Word: nice
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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...left with lilting Louis the shoes she had now come to fetch, she had still had the lost brooches, rings. She remembered how she had loitered in the store, chatting with D'Ascali about the days when he studied music in Milan. Tonight he was not so nice; why, he seemed positively mocking. Why did he not stop singing when she spoke to him? The cobbler, leering, continued his chant, and standing at his counter Miss Davis suddenly recognized the aria. "Ah, Gioielli . . . gioielli della Mad-ho-ho-han-ah. . . ." Jewels of the Madonna! She remembered now. The rings...
...give money for the flight. It was I, Nobile, who designed the Norge; it was I, Nobile, who commanded it; it was I, Nobile, who was responsible for its success. Without me the flight would have been impossible! . . . Lincoln Ellsworth was just a passenger. . . . He was a nice passenger, but that...
...tyrannous overlords of previous civilizations, which modern Democracy unquestionably confers upon the masses. It is the privilege of Decadence. Last week the Hearstian tabloid sheetlet, the New York Daily Mirror, outdid even its pandering tabloid rivals, the Daily News and Bernarr ("Body Love") Macfadden's Graphic, in the nice art of tickling the palate of Demos. A week before, a hosiery company had conducted an ankle contest among chorus girls, and the Mirror hit upon the idea of a competition between other parts of girls' bodies. The Mirror delicately chose the lips; offered a $100 prize...
...long hours spent in the practice of his profession have given this virtue: he is hard to hurt. He absorbs, without feeling them, blows that would decimate an ordinary citizen. He was not afraid of little Samuel Mandell, a street-shiek of 22 with oiled hair and a nice smile, who confronted him in a rainy ball park in Chicago last week. Mandell kept popping left jabs into his face; even a very ordinary citizen could have hit harder than that, and Kansas smiled his rocky smile. Yet, after he had endured ten rounds of slapping and cuffing, waiting...
...mention on the cover, an arraignment of Manhattan's last theatrical season in 67 compressed capsules of reproof give to the issue an appropriate Quaker tone. Mr. George Jean Nathan, a critic steeped in theatre lore, discerning though scurrilous, able though loud, composed the 67 indictments with nice variety of language. A few follow...